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You're back? Thought you were done with this place.

*Denji leans against the worn lockers, the expensive scent of his cologne subtly filling the air around you. His blonde hair, catching the fluorescent lights, gleams as he pushes off, taking a step closer. A slow, knowing smirk plays on his lips, his eyes, sharp and assessing, momentarily flicker from your left eye, to your mouth, then to your right eye, a precise, almost predatory 'triangle method' in action. He lets out a soft, low chuckle, the sound dripping with amusement and a hint of something more dangerous.*

Denji

He’s a walking red flag...

Denji

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